MALLORY EAGLEWOOD
Author Novelist Poet Playwright Artist Educator Adventurer
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Here I share my art, my stories and my life.
Here I share my art, my stories and my life.
New Novel
THROWAWAY PEOPLE
My Assiniboine grandmother was a Residential School survivor, and my story draws heavily on personal experience. In the spirit of Truth and Reconciliation, it is a Literary Fiction about family love, set against the background of systemic abuse, misinformation and prejudice of First Nations peoples, tempered with a beautiful love story. With bodies of abused children still being recovered today, this is particularly newsworthy. Great for Upmarket book clubs.
Birdie’s cloistered world breaks open when she finds the body of a fisherman on a Scottish beach, awakening a long-buried trauma of losing her brother, when she was 11. Her parents threw him away and she never knew what happened to him. She’d fled abuse and the doors, she felt closed to her, of both her Native and White ancestry. In 1995 and at 59, she returns to Canada for answers. But to do that, she must walk through a minefield of racism and betrayal, as well as her own guilt and lack of confidence, to find her brother and her own identity, between Native and White. Balancing fear and determination, Birdie's exploration of her past puts her in the path of an unknown assailant who wants her dead to her story buried.
Here we have a kinship with C. S, Lewis’ Till We have Faces. |
Till We Have Faces, in itself a retelling of an old Greek myth, and together with Connected, prove that the human struggle for identity, and the internal
conflict to understand how the 'self' fits-in to the world as we see it, is age old. Haunted by the injustice of Psyche's treatment,Ural is compelled to go in search of her sister, and in that quest, finds understanding in family relationships and her true identity. Likewise, Birdie is beset with a series of confrontations that enables her to see herself and her place in the world. Eventually both Ural and Birdie, with perseverance, growth and inner strength find a re-connection with both themselves and family, though a connection different than what they envisioned when they began their quests. |
Sketches from THROWAWAY PEOPLE |
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Arctic Arcadia
We raced, with joy in our hearts, across the snowy tundra,
The moon kindling lighting our way
Cassiopeia hard pressed to keep up
Or blinded by the sun on a summer’s day.
The Thelon River’s Arctic Char,
In chilled flowing waters
We hunted together in spring.
We watched Cariboo migrating
And muskox and sometimes owls
So close on our long distant journeys.
In Spring’s Purple Saxifrage, or caves
Deep under Rock cliffs, my beloved and I,
Lay down together, in our joy.
Long before Inuit, long before the Dorset,
long before spears and guns and boats,
Together we traced the valleys and hills.
With our throats held high, we thanked the moon
When full splendored and silvered,
We sang of our love with a melody so sweet.
Generations we birthed, each nurtured
With care, who gave our love immortality,
In the land of the midnight sun.
We lived our lives together ‘til our time ran out.
First my man left me alone in the snow,
I cried to the moon, the melody no longer sweet.
And not able to breathe without my beloved,
He returned to me so gentle in the dead of the night,
Put feathers in my hair and led me up to the stars.
If you look between the green dancing lights,
You can see us still together on a winter’s night,
Looking down on the land,
Where we once raced, with joy in our hearts, across the snowy tundra.
We raced, with joy in our hearts, across the snowy tundra,
The moon kindling lighting our way
Cassiopeia hard pressed to keep up
Or blinded by the sun on a summer’s day.
The Thelon River’s Arctic Char,
In chilled flowing waters
We hunted together in spring.
We watched Cariboo migrating
And muskox and sometimes owls
So close on our long distant journeys.
In Spring’s Purple Saxifrage, or caves
Deep under Rock cliffs, my beloved and I,
Lay down together, in our joy.
Long before Inuit, long before the Dorset,
long before spears and guns and boats,
Together we traced the valleys and hills.
With our throats held high, we thanked the moon
When full splendored and silvered,
We sang of our love with a melody so sweet.
Generations we birthed, each nurtured
With care, who gave our love immortality,
In the land of the midnight sun.
We lived our lives together ‘til our time ran out.
First my man left me alone in the snow,
I cried to the moon, the melody no longer sweet.
And not able to breathe without my beloved,
He returned to me so gentle in the dead of the night,
Put feathers in my hair and led me up to the stars.
If you look between the green dancing lights,
You can see us still together on a winter’s night,
Looking down on the land,
Where we once raced, with joy in our hearts, across the snowy tundra.
Praise for Mallory
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~“Superbe !! merci Mallory pour ton talent incroyable”
~“Beautiful””J'adore celui là, si expressif, merci Mallory” ~“Ce texte est magnifique, merci de ce cadeau, le dessin est vraiment superbe!” ~“Absolutely stunning ... thank you” ~“Beautifully written. Great imagery and gorgeous drawing of wolves.” ~“Mallory est une femme exceptionnelle, l'auteur est à la hauteur de cette femme.” (Mallory is an exceptional woman, the author is up to this woman.) ~“I greatly recommend Hummingbirds by Mallory Eaglewood because it speaks to my emotions and my way of feeling the world. In Homeward Bound, I too ask myself “How long is the journey I’ve plotted/How many summits are there to reach/Before I say I’ve succeeded, it’s enough.” After I read “If peace was attainable with bullets and bombs/wouldn’t we all be in paradise by now?” in Stifling, I wondered how come we have not yet understood this when I look at the world in chaos. In Je Voudrais que Vous Vous Recontriez, après des anneés de “soul-searching” Je me suis enfin-trouvèe. There is such a universality of feeling within the pages, that I am sure everyone who reads it can find meaning and enjoyment.” |
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~“Meraviglioso 😍😍” ~“Dear Mallory, Just got your book and thoroughly enjoyed it. I have written a review that I hope you will like. regards, Marie” ~“Congratulations to a great writer who works so hard ...who has great talents....multiple talents” ~“sublime” ~“Every line you wrote, stops my breathing for a few moments...I read every thing twice...what a learning! I need to re-read it...wanting to know about the book's title and the author...so fascinating. I did not know about all those people you are talking about...except for Cousineau.... Keep sharing and keep well...” ~“GO AHEAD LAUGH YOURSELF TO SLEEP AND EXPLORE PROFOUND INSIGHTS WITH The Good Life” ~Hi Mallory. Just finished reading THE GOOD LIFE, your book about sailing in the South Pacific in the good ship Mah-lish. What an adventure your parents embarked on in their retirement. I laughed out loud and saw myself and my husband of 56 years in many of the situations they found themselves in. Thanks for reminding us all that it is the little things that matter and life will go on no matter what. Keep on writing |
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